You were small like me once, right? We all have to be small to fit into cupboards so people didn't take a strap to our bums.

[He nodded as if it were sage knowledge, but he still eyed the jacket that could wrap around him three times. He still allowed it to settle on his shoulders and even drew his legs in because it was heavy and warm inside the jacket. It was safe.]

I was okay. I just don't want to be alone. It's scary.

[He looked around the kitchen at the people hovering and peering like he was either the cutest puppy, the deadliest cockroach or some strange scientific miracle. His eyes always returned to Steve.]